Younginz

We are born and grown we are told life's is not game we outgrow lectures of the Olds soon we sow, and plaugh all the gibberish which yields no life we reep, we weep In no time we see all the salt in the sea yet we bathe same sins in same sea, where salt dwells claim to have been showered off the sin yet the genes still hold our sin yet the scene still shows our tricks water and oil , transformation and us with same information we polish stoep of death, we perish , we wish for change only then we see time has ticked, all the boxes has ticked only one box is left open we close eyes the nail on the last box is put soul reaches no heaven for soul still wonders around to finish what the body failed to complete death and life competes all for one fool who was without purpose who saw youth and age as weapon to recklessness Another grave, painted with bright colours for a being who lived dull life perhaps it's the system formed against us but what power world holds against self enlighten me, mine is off younginz the only asset we leave. last we claim to have been laid at rest perhaps resting from weekends of groove for the child one carried and was destined to fulfill his purpose lives to see his project done